Lion, lion,
In your fresh air den
You were captured,
Caught by life -
Caught in it’s tight
net of strife
you do not move so very far
although you do not like
just where you are.
But then you never did
They give you care
They feed you well
You’re at rest
Within your cell
Look out your window at the trees
Open it and feel the breeze
Play chess
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